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"Well, I am surprised," said Bernice, but Alicia began to cry softly. "Yes, cry, Alicia!" said Dotty, turning on her. "I should think you WOULD! YOU made Dolly go! YOU know where that earring thing is!" "I do not!" and Alicia stared at Dotty. "Well, you know something more than you've told!" "What do you mean by that speech Dotty?" asked Bernice, as Alicia kept on crying. "I mean just what I say.
Does it make my mouth cold to be good, d'ye s'pose?" "La, me, I don't know," replied the girl, washing a potato vigorously. "I might wash those potatoes," said Dotty, plucking Norah's sleeve; "do you put soap on them?" "Not much soap no." "Well, then, Norah, you shouldn't put any soap on them; that's why I asked; for my mother just washes and rinses 'em; that's the proper way."
He'd got into that way of thinking, sort of dotty on the subject anyhow. He was terribly hard hit, you know. I don't deny either that Madrina did keep him strung on hot wire for several years. I don't suppose it occurred to her that there was any reason why she shouldn't if he were fool enough. I never could see that he wasn't some to blame too.
The child had entered as quietly as her own shadow, and her mother had not heard a footfall. "My dear little girl, I am going to tell you a story." "Yes, 'm." Dotty looked steadily at her finger-nails. "A true story about a child who let her temper run away with her." "Yes, 'm," replied Dotty again, giving her mother a view of her rosy right ear. Mrs. Parlin saw that Dotty was very much ashamed.
"Somebody leave me alone," moaned Katie; "and 'twas you'n the Polly woman. I don't love anybody in this world!" "Darling! I didn't mean to," said Dotty, "now honest. Polly said, 'O, dear! she was going to die'; but I might have known she wouldn't. She told a wrong story I mean she made a mistake." "You was naughty," said Katie, "velly naughty; but you didn't mean to."
"Hang on to the railing, Doll," said Dotty; "the steps are slippery, a little." Passing under the crosstrees, to which Mr. Rose drew Dolly's attention as the name of the camp, they came to a sort of bungalow or long, low house. "Is this the camp?" said Dolly, in surprise. "I thought it was tents. You said so, Dot." "There are tents, too. Only on stormy nights we sleep inside. Come on in, Doll.
I don't know whether this woman tried to teach Harriet in the right way or not. It may be she had so much to do that she thought it less trouble to punish her when she was naughty than to instruct her how to be good." "O, yes; I s'pose she struck her with a stick," said Dotty, patting her forefingers together "just this way." "Harriet had the care of one of Mrs.
Miss Carlisle bent forward, and let Dotty place her rosy lips close to her face. "Now, what do you wish, little one?" "You didn't hear me say my werse," whispered Dotty, in a tone of pique. "Your verse? Did you learn one, child?" "Yes, 'm, I did. I learned it all day yes'day." "O, very well! then say it, by all means, dear." Prudy's face expressed perfect despair.
"Alas," thought the good mother, "is this child going to live over again those dreadful days of her babyhood? The Lord give me wisdom to know what to do with her!" Mrs. Parlin soon succeeded in quieting the turbulent Dotty; and deep silence fell upon the wash-room. "My dear little girl," said she, very gently, "I desire you to spend the rest of the morning alone.
"Looks like a spitfire, though, if she should get mad," commented Tod Brown, who was an outspoken boy. "Oh, I don't think so," returned Dolly; and then she remembered the few trifling quarrels they had already had. "No," she went on, "Dotty isn't a spitfire; but when she gets mad she just flounces off and gets over it." "Just like a girl!" said Tod; "why don't you have it out, and done with it?"
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